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Chapter 17
“TrulyIbelievethatHe,thisJesus,hasraisedthedead.HeisthePrinceofLight,theSonofGod.IhaveseenHim.TrulyIbelievethatHeistheSonofGod.”
LittlecouldIgleanfromherwords,savethatshehadmetthiswanderingfishermanandbeensweptawaybyhisfolly.ForsurelythisMiriamwasnottheMiriamwhohadbrandedhimaplagueanddemandedthathebestampedoutasanyplague.
“Hehascharmedyou,”Icriedangrily.
Hereyesseemedtomoistenandgrowdeeperasshegaveconfirmation.
“Oh,Lodbrog,Hisischarmbeyondallthinking,beyondalldescribing.ButtolookuponHimistoknowthathereistheall-soulofgoodnessandofcompassion.IhaveseenHim.IhaveheardHim.IshallgiveallIhavetothepoor,andIshallfollowHim.”
SuchwashercertitudethatIaccepteditfully,asIhadacceptedtheamazementofthelepersofSamariastaringattheirsmoothflesh;andIwasbitterthatsogreatawomanshouldbesoeasilywit-addledbyavagrantwonder-worker.
“Followhim,”Isneered.“Doubtlessyouwillwearacrownwhenhewinstohiskingdom.”
Shenoddedaffirmation,andIcouldhavestruckherinthefaceforherfolly.
